the horse boy.

what's wrong with the world, what's wrong with me?

I'm in a middle of a really boring period. A bubble that doesn't float - It stands still.. I'm standing still. But the only one to blame this situation on - is me. I'm sick of myself - allowing myself to live in this sense of frustrations and thoughts. But I must find my way again, must find the easy way, but the more positive that I try to make my inner self, the more negativity I notice in the people that are close to me. I guess no one can drag you down - unless you allow them to. You always have the decision how to let a situation affect you. Continue to stay positive - and out of that will come great work. I need to make up my mind that there is only good.

"No one can create negativity or stress within you. Only you can do that by virtue of how you process your world."— Wayne Dyer

time is a river which carries me along.

it was my first kiss of my first love.

It wasn't my first kiss, but it was my first kiss of my first love.

We were outside. We hadn't known each other long, only a few days or minutes, I don't remember. The point is, that we just became drawn to each other and this came together so well. He was facing me. We didn't go to sleep that night, or at least not that I can remember - we simply talked, but not much. We mostly watched each other -and then he said; 'can i kiss you?' I find it so sweet when boys do that. So then he did. It was just, magical. Then he leaned in for what i was confusily thought was a hug, but then whispered in my ear, then we simply kissed again and continued out the night with my head on his chest, and him nervously taking my hand.

This was not my first kiss, but it was my first kiss of my first love.

and then suddenly you relax because there is nothing to be tense about.

The killing moon.

I'm about to make my second tattoo. I just need to find the rightfont. It's the font that reveals who you are. Soft, hard, cool...Well then - I must find some that contains them all ;)Gimmie a whisper, if you have any tips. I like this one: The Killing moon

round and round in circles.

forbidden to remember, terrified to forget.

"As much as I struggled not to think of him, I did not struggle to forget. I worried, late in the night, when the exhaustion of sleep deprivation broke down my defenses, that it was all slipping away. That my mind was a sieve, and I would some day not be able to remember the precise color of his eyes, the feel of his skin, or the texture of his voice. I could not think of them, but I must remember them. Because there was just one thing that I had to believe to be able to live – I had to know that he existed. That was all. So long as he existed. Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget."

this is like a flashback.

beautiful weekend.

If wine didn't taste so good.

If it wasn't the ocean, wasn't the breezes, wasn't thewhite sand, there might be no need. If red roses weren'tso lovely. If wine didn't taste so good. If starsweren't so romantic. Then I could do what I should

wishful.

"I’ll rent a house somewhere - the only visitor I will invite is the whispering wind or the sunlight. I hope life will miss me. Maybe this is wishful thinking and maybe I’ll just keep on sinking, but sometimes it’s enough to know that there is a place where everything is on hold where the hours will be longer and I’ll linger with pleasure"

Sunshine.

Sunny morning. My body sync with the sun. When I wake up to sunshine - I become as immortal. Monday, and that means a new beginning. I have a healthy month to look forward to. No snacks what so ever. No candy, no popcorn. It's Monday, and a month until I get snacks again, but there is sun.